Him

Chapter 10

Wesley's POV

25 July, Sunday

I am standing behind the stove cooking brunch for the family. Everyone woke up a bit late today. Except the twins. They are sleeping. So today I just woke up on the right side of the bed. I feel good and I just decided to be nice to everyone by making them breakfast. Plus, my mother has had a restless week.

From handling my tantrums and my breaking of things-which still have to be fixed-to me being rude towards Sky and aunt Natalie and to her not being able to take a break from work since there were a lot of diagnoses needed this week. She is honestly overwhelmed. And she does all this for me on her own so I take it as a token of appreciation. Just to show her that I am still her son, I still look out for her, still care for her and still love her.

So I made some homemade pie which I learnt from my grandma, Sally, from a young age when I would spend time with her the time mom felt the pressure of parenting alone. I was much more observant than I am now. I have also made some mini samosas that were already ready, just needed to be heated.

I mixed a green salad and sprinkled it with my very own secret combination of spices and the salad dressing just to make everything more mouthwatering and to give it a pleasant aroma. I cooked up some meatballs and made an exciting punch that contains pineapples, mangoes, strawberries, mango juice and some few drops of Vodka. Okay maybe a little bit more of Vodka but I think that won't be a problem.

I receive a text from Keith.

*Thanks for ghosting us yesterday freak* I burst out in laughter when I remember that I totally forgot about them yesterday. I switch off my phone and put it in the pocket of the apron I am currently wearing. Yes, I am a kitchen person and I love cooking and spending time in the kitchen. I even look up some recipes and those shit sometimes but only the ones close to me would know.

My meal is ready and I prepare the dining table. I cover the table with the table cloth and set the dishes holding my meal on the table, nicely and neatly, just like how the Queen of the household likes it. I wipe the wine glasses and put the huge glass jar containing my punch in the center of the table. I put different dressings that the rest might want to use and I feel proud and satisfied.

'Breakfast is ready everyone!' I call out and walk outside the main door to the porch.

'Hey Walter! Come on in and have breakfast with us!' I walk back in the house and everyone is at the table and my mom just got downstairs. My mom is a classy woman. Even in her pj's, her face is always radiant and never looks tired, her hair is always brushed neatly like she is not from bed and her lips are always glossy and never dry.

'Oh this looks mouthwatering. I can't wait to dig in'

'Well mom you better pick up the pace because everyone is waiting on you to start digging in' I roll my eyes and the rest of the family laughs.

It's not that she tells at when to start eating, it's just that we have made it a culture that we eat as a family, at the table, at the same time. The ladies often say "it is where we bond". Walter enters and greets everyone and takes a seat on the table. I pull out the chair for my mom to sit down and she nods to thank me. I have always followed my mother's teachings and one of them was to be a gentleman.